"Slow down, there's more if you're not full." Watching the two children hunched over their congee, eating ferociously, Grandma quietly wiped the corners of her eyes.
Song Kexin was busy refilling little Zhu Nanxing's bowl halfway. She ruffled little sister Su Xiyue's hair and said, "Finish this bowl, but that's it for now. We're going to have something even better for lunch."
Zhu Nanxing looked up, his big, dark eyes looking enormous on his small, gaunt face. "Something even better?"
"Mhm," Song Kexin said, patting his head. She glanced at the impossibly thin Yueyue, and her heart ached.
"Let's save some room," she said, trying to keep her tone light for the two children. "We're having braised pork for lunch."
Surrounded by her family on the sofa, Song Youxuan felt a great sense of relief and warmth wash over her.
